You could say it came back to him like a child riding a bike after a year long break. The coming and goings of searching the field for new faces in search of a place to call home. His lack of sight was becoming more and more easy to deal with as he stepped into the long dark grass and came to a stop, ears twitching slightly as he took in the sounds of the voices that surrounded him and carried with the wind. The sounds of hoof beats carried along with them, noting those who were alone and those who were not and it took a while for him to pinpoint a lone soul.

Though when he did his ears pricked forward, his head tilting towards the sound of their movements. "Ah," he whispered under his breath quietly. Finally, he had found one. Unlike the mare, Demian had not been able to see the changes of the seasons this past year. But he had been able to sense the changes. Feel them, hear them, smell them... He had loved the way he heard the call of small whinnies coming from young foals and the adoring calls of their mothers and fathers. The life of a new generation was always something to marvel at.

You could say it was one of the few pleasures he had come to know in the world on his own, and become to treasure more so now that his eyes were gone from his skull in their entirety. It was then he remembered the scarring that traced his eye sockets from the cosmic fire that had burned them away. A sacrifice it was, the loss of his eyes in order to protect his kingdom during a time of vulnerability. Though now that the firewall was gone and he was nolonger king, the fire had left him, leaving him to have to relearn the ways of the world without assistance.

And so for the last year he had spent his time alone, learning to travel the lands of Beqanna without the help of anyone at his side. With this new learned ability, Demian found himself turning, his hooves digging into the soft dirt beneath him as he headed towards the sound of the lone spirit moving around the field. It seemed like forever before he finally realized he was next to her and with a soft nicker of greeting he alerted the dark mare of his presence. "Hello there," his voice is deep but quiet. "I'm Demian."

A small smile tilts at the corners of his lips as he tucks his wings at his jaguar spotted sides, making their orange glow dim slightly. "I do hope I'm not intruding on your peaceful moment. But I thought I'd come and ask for your name." His head turns towards her and had he had a set of eyes still, he would have been looking straight at her. But instead, to show her his attention was on her and her alone his ears pricked forward, pointed in her direction as he relaxes slowly and leans into his haunches waiting for her response.

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He could hear her turn to look at him and with a curious twitch of the lips he patiently waited through the silent period of her observation. He knew what she was doing. That she was taking in his unusal color, his unusual markings and wings. And he knew she would soon come to find the lack of eyes within his skull. But there was something different. Something unusual to her response. Not an ounce of surprise or fear surrounded her. Not that he could sense anyway and with a soft chuckle he relaxes a bit more.

It's not as though he would care if she minded, but it was quite different to find someone who wasn't effected in the least by his unusual traits. And the way her voice rang calm and clear through the space between him immediately had the corners of his lips twitching upwards in a slightly larger smile. "Ah, well that I am glad to hear, Iona," he chuckles softly. "It is quite nice to meet you by the way."

He rolls his shoulders slightly, his wings tucking against his sides a bit more snugly. "Forgive me if I seem a bit awkward it's been a while since I've traveled outside the borders of my home." He smiles apologetically before rolling his shoulders again, but this time in a soft shrug. And then he continues his voice smooth and relaxed, "I came here in search of those in need of homes with the ability of offering them a place to go."

He pauses momentarily allowing her to process what he's saying. "If you are indeed searching, I come from a kingdom known as the Valley. My fellow member Rhonan and I are working dutifully in trying to rebuild our numbers and if you would like to come and see our home to determine whether or not it would be a good fit for you, then we would love to have you."

Ah, how bliss is the awkward nature of a stallion at such an old age. "A kingdom is much different then herd life in many ways. We allow rankings, in both war and peace in which our members are allowed to choose. We give our members the ability to work up fairly through those ranks and make a name for themselves... And if that doesn't seem fun to you, we do allow those to remain simply as residents..."

He pauses once more to take a few breaths. "Our kingdoms are also ruled by kings and or queens and they tend to run the show. Not just a stallion... (another pause) If this seems a bit interesting to you, I'd gladly take you back, show you around and you can, like I said earlier, stay for a while to see how you feel about it. But it's up to you." It wasn't great, his little speech. Seems like he was definitely a bit rusty since his ruling days. And that was one thing he wasn't about to admit to the girl just yet. That the very kingdom he was inviting her to he had once sat as king within.

No, no. He wasn't ready for that. Not yet. Maybe not ever. For now he was most concerned about finding new and dedicated faces for the Valley.

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"Well for that I am glad," he chuckles softly, his smile tugging once more at the corners of his lips. It is rare to someone that could be so understanding. That had the ability to be oh so patient. It was refreshing to have a spirit closely similar to himself.

As he explained the Valley and made his offer he couldn't see the fact that the idea of a king and queen rather than just a stallion ruling left her slightly uncomfortable. But had he been able to he would have reassured her that it wasn't much different and that despite what was well known to her she may come to like the new ways of Beqanna, though only time would truly tell.

It is when he hears her approval that he grins happily and turns slightly, taking a few steps back so as to direct her south towards the Valley and let her step ahead that speaks with an amused and happy tone.

"Well Iona, that makes me quite happy. Come, let me take you to my home and show you the kingdom."  

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